Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Hoffa got up almost earlier than ever on this day.

Flying is a human dream. Becoming a wizard, Hoffa certainly has an ambition to travel through the clouds. Especially in 1938, airplanes were not as popular as later generations. If you can learn to ride a broomstick, you will not only go out a lot easier, but you will also have a life-saving trump card in the future. After all, the muggle air force of this era is not as terrifying and accurate as later generations. , The war is also dominated by land warfare.

In the dinning hall in the morning, a bunch of calm Ravenclaw discussing Quiddich anecdotes with a rare expression of excitement.

The breakfast at Hogwarts is very rich. Fried eggs, bread, vegetable or fruit salad, sausage or bacon, coffee, tea, milk, butter, jam and juice. There are other cereal porridges.

But Hoffa was thinking about Broom Flight Class, for fear that he would eat too much when the time comes and spit it out too fast, so he ate very little, so he ate a sausage and a little oatmeal.

Some wizard family students boasted about their flying history.

William Carlson is another dormitory roommate of Hoffa. He was telling his friends about his family’s glorious flight history early in the morning. He also said that his father once rode a broomstick in a house. In the battle, he avoided the pursuit and strafe of the aircraft.

Taylor Smith is a muggle offspring of their dormitory. William brags on the side while Taylor listens with keen interest pleasure, and his eyes are full of admiration. For muggles of this age, if they do not become the Imperial Family Air Force, flying is basically a lifelong hopeless thing.

The students on Ravenclaw's side are pretty good. At the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, the group of students gather in small groups and send out have a big laughter from time to time.

It’s basically boys who laugh. Quiddich in this era is still a game for boys and children, and girls rarely get involved.

After breakfast, a group of people walked out of the auditorium quickly. Came to a grass near the Quiddich stadium of the school.

It was a sunny, breezy day, and the grass was slightly wavy under their feet. Over the lawn is the Forbidden Forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.

This class is taken with Slytherin's First Year students. Slytherin's students are already there, and rows of broomsticks are neatly and tidy on the ground. Tom Riddle was chatting and laughing with a few students, and he caught a glimpse of Hoffa, but he didn't say anything.

In fact, since the two of them came to school, the conflict seems to have disappeared. Become two irrelevant passers-by. There is neither hatred of the orphanage nor signs of recognition.

Hoffa knows Riddle's super ambitions, he is not a naive child like Malfoy. Impossible to spend energy on finding fault meaninglessly.

Soon after, their teacher came. Hoffa had heard from her roommate at breakfast. Quiddich's teacher is named Pario Leo, and he was the Beater of the Quiddich World Cup Ireland team in 1920. Their best result that year reached the World Cup semi-finals, which is quite remarkable.

Pario is a tall man with long arms. His brown hair is curly and he is full of vigor.

When he saw the new student, he whistled.

"Why are you waiting, line up in a row!"

The crowd started moving noisily.

Look at the group of 11-year-old children pushing and shoving, squeezing and squeezing.

Pario intervened impatiently. Each child was drawn out, and the mess was placed in a different position.

Hoffa originally stood with Miranda, but Pario pulled them away because Hoffa was half a head taller than Miranda. He was pushed by Pario to the other person's side.

Yes, it's Aglaia again.

They are similar in size.

Aglaia saw Hoffa being pushed, coldly snorted.

The warm sunshine and gentle breeze made Hoffa very comfortable, but now, standing next to Aglaia, he feels uncomfortable.

Seeing that the students are photographed in an arithmetic sequence according to height, Pario teacher seemed extremely satisfied.

He just whistled and said: "Extend your right hand, put it on top of the broomstick, and say:'Get up!'"

"Get up!" Everyone Shouted.

Hoffa also extends the hand, "Get up!"

Nothing happened.

So he exaggerated.

"Get up!"

There is still no response.

He suddenly felt puzzled, what's the matter?

He turned his head to look, and someone's broom soon got up. For example, Tom Riddle standing opposite Hoffa. As soon as he opened the broomstick, he obediently entered his palm.

His roommate, William, did not brag, and his broom quickly bounced into his palm.

Some children's broomsticks slowly fell on the ground and rolled around, looking reluctant.

For example, Miranda, her broomstick seems a little hesitant, and then it comes up a little bit, and then it goes down again. But it was moving anyway.

But only his own broom, motionless.

Hoffa didn't give up, tried two more times, but it didn't work.

"Muggle." There was a pleasant sarcasm next to it.

Hoffa saw Aglaia on the right smiling triumphantly, she still held her arms, completely motionless.

So Hoffa said to her only one sentence for a week: "What you are proud of, yours did not move."

"Is it... ·····?" She stretched her tone, as if enjoying the moment extremely.

After finishing speaking, Aglaia looked at him sarcastically, holding his chest with one hand and reaching above the broomstick with the other. Nothing was said.

The broomstick swishes into her hand, and Hoffa can almost feel the mood of which broomstick can't wait to be rided by her.

Hoffa's eyes widened and looked towards her broom again.

"Get up!"

The breeze blew over the tattered branches, it was motionless. Like a dead salted fish.

Hoffa's face turned dark, and he raised his hand.

Pario noticed him: "What's wrong, child?"

Hoffa: "Teacher, my broom is broken."

People around are watching Coming over, Pario's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand in the distance.

"Get up."

Hoffa's broom fell out of his body like a lightning, and went to Pario's hand.

Pario took a look and said with displeasure: "What are you talking about, this broom is in great condition." After speaking, he threw the broom back to Hoffa.

Hoffa continued to stretch out his hand: "Get up."

It's dead again.

"hahahahahahaha~"

Aglaia laughed happily, and the sweet look made Hoffa tickle with hatred. She said:

"The flying muggle, the land duck in the wizard, is a person without any flying innate talent. This kind of person is rare in history, but you are undoubtedly one of them. In Britain and even Throughout Europe, flying is an ancient and elegant art, and Quiddich is an experienced social sport. It represents the outstanding people in the crowd who have the ability to govern, and you..."

"Shut up! If you don't talk, no one will consider you to be dumb."

Hoffa's face was pale, and he drank Aglea directly. This time, he never wanted to talk to Aglea again. Ya has maintained the apparent peace. His aversion to this girl reached its extreme.

He took out the wand directly and pointed at the broomstick on the ground.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Under the influence of Levitation charm, Hoffa's broom and mangy soared up, almost trembling in pain and was held in Hoffa's hand.

Hoffa sensed the reluctance of the broom, but he held it firmly.

Then something unexpected happened to Hoffa.

Aglaia on the side raised his hand.

Yes, she raised her right hand high, loudly said: "Pario teacher, Hoffa cheated, he cast a spell on the broom."

Quieted down.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards Aglaia and Hoffa.

Hoffa was shocked, there is such an annoying person in the world, who would give a small report? This kind of thing is hated no matter in which world. The person next to him actually did it in such a stately manner.

If you don’t get attention and admiration, you have to respond to others. Is Earth around you? Why is she assigned to Ravenclaw?

Pario walked up to Hoffa displeasedly: "Did you really curse the broom?"

"That's right." Hoffa sighed.

"What curse?"

"Levitation charm."

Hoffa said.

Pario took a deep breath and spit it out.

"In Quidditch match, spelling a broomstick is a major foul. Did you know?"

"I don't know." Hoffa said blankly.

"If you read your first offense, I won't deduct your points. You don't need to take this class. Go and watch it." Pario said regretfully.

Hoffa threw the broom away, put away wand and strode aside. Hold your arms and don't speak. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The changeable life once again surprised Hoffa. He is not Harry Potter. He has no flying innate talent. Not to mention Quiddich's talent, and don't even know Quiddich's rules.

On the grass, Pario whistled. Demonstrate how to ride a broomstick with students.

Students rose to the ground one after another, and some were twisting on the broomstick. Someone got Mobiliarbus quickly and sick. Aglaia is the best one in the crowd. She doesn't even hold the handle of the broomstick with her hands. She crosses her arms, as if she can make the broomstick go wherever she wants with her mind.

The sky white clouds in the distance. Hoffa was leaning on a high tower with a dog's tail in his mouth. Looking at the crowd of Mobiliarbus above his head, Hoffa felt that he was incompatible with this land for the first time.

Aglaia makes sense. In Wizarding World, Quiddich is indeed a game that can only be played with innate talent. Just like those sailing races at the Ivy League University in the United States in the past, they are not in the upper class, and maybe they won't take you to play.

Ask yourself, Hoffa knows why the broomstick just didn't care about him, because he didn't want to participate in Quiddich sports, he just wanted to fly.

Quiddich's rules are stupid to him.

Especially when you catch a golden snitch, you can directly rewrite the rules of the game. There is no reason at all, completely personal heroism.

In comparison, he prefers muggle world football. Everyone is important.

At this moment, he thought of a lot of things, thinking of Hermione and Divination teacher Trelawny in a previous life novel. Trelawny believes that Hermione has no innate talent for divination, so she denies her efforts. But the fact is that sensibility and rationality cannot be combined. Hermione will never become a fortune-teller, and it is also difficult for Hoffa to become a Quiddich expert.

After all, there are few people with innate talent in the world, especially for sports.

In my previous life, I was half embarrassed in sports. Others can only watch when they play. Didn't expect to come to the wizard world, and I still do this.

I can have a little innate talent on transfiguration, that's enough. Why be greedy. There are many ways to fly, and you don’t have to hang on a tree. The most urgent thing is to learn and develop obediently and honestly.

Only those who survive the future war are qualified to pursue their own happiness in life. It is meaningless to be the child king among a group of 11-year-old students.

I want to understand this, Hoffa calmed down, he spit out dog's tail grass, and left the playground with his hands indifferently.

In the sky, Aglaia has been flying, but her eyes are always fixed on Hoffa who is sitting in the corner.

The feeling of hitting Hoffa made her feel very refreshed. Since meeting this person, she has been crippled. Especially when she guessed the identity of the other party on the train, she felt ashamed that she had gone to grandma's house.

Today she has found her place.

Seeing that Hoffa left so calmly, Aglaia felt like he had hit the cotton with a punch.